Struggling To Get Up In The Mornings For The Running.
You know what I fucking hate? Waking up in the morning for a run. Even more than this I hate the eternally chirpy motherfuckers on Twitter who are all “LOL rise and shine I’ve already ran 83 miles this morning. Time for my porridge!”
I keep setting my alarm clock for 5am but I get up for maybe 10 minutes and before I know it I’m fast asleep again. Despite my sleep being better at the weekends, I still struggle to get to sleep before midnight on a weekday. This gives me a maximum of 5 hours rest if I’m to get up for a run and at the minute it’s just a fucking bastard.
Despite all this I’ve been managing to run at night. Tonight I ran for the 18th consecutive day and recorded my 21st run of the month. It’s getting easier but it’s still a bastard. After work I tend to go to sleep for an hour and then run when I’m feeling OK.
I’d rather get out for a run in the morning, especially on a Friday. If I haven’t ran on a Friday then towards 5pm I start to feel trapped by my routine and my mind entertains all sorts of crazy notions of hitting the fucking West End and getting blitzed.
That’s not an option, so I need to be making sure I try to get out more often in the mornings.
We’re quickly approaching the Winter Solstice so within a week the days will be getting longer again. I’m hoping to attack the fuck out of 2016 and to remain sober a day at a time throughout.
I’m thinking of going to SMART recovery meetings as I’ve been reading the Big Book of AA and I’m beginning to realise that Iggy Pop is incompatible with their idea of a Higher Power. Super Jesus or your dead granny seem to be the only real options if you’re going that route and it’s all bollocks.